Satellite :
Suddenly , like a gust of wind , the machine changes our design parallel to the offbeat drums that keep us all out of pace uncertain and cold , like youâve been for days one can see how this mess all started it only took one time . So Iâll be riding home in tanks ( wouldnât you say ? ) , so Iâll be riding home in tanks , bundled up like I was six years old , gun in one hand , gin in the other â¦so Iâll be riding home in tanks , âI swear weâre not ****ing aroundâ , wait and see how high flags fly when everyone is tied to their offices , blindfolded , gagged , begging â Iâve never said a word â ,weâve become what we hate , what do we even stand for anymore , growing in numbers , sheâs breaking at the seams , it only takes one time , so Iâll be riding home in tanks ( wouldnât you say ? ) so Iâll be riding home in tanks , bundled up like I was six years deep so Iâll be seeing you in time ⦠the price we pay Iâm riding in thanks before Itâs over and we lose everything â¦
Three Weeks : (not in esf)
Three weeks , four days , nine hours , forty seconds , and counting . And its you I come back again . As you and I never made more sense Ever since we first met m it was destined to be . Itâs been three weeks since Iâve last heard her voice and that I know , is that youâll come crawling back ⦠I bet I will . Now say what you like , what you want, but Iâm here I ever meant for us to be this far , Now say who you are , where youâve been , but Iâm here I never meant to be this ****ing weak . Its been three weeks now ? Iâve last heard your voice and if nothing is left , then where where does it goes ? Nowhere , now say it again ⦠I never meant to be this ****ing weak , this weak thereâs no escape , Iâm all your , just say when cause I know since Iâve been with you , it goes over and over again , it never ends â¦
Take Everything Back :
Every time I open up my eyes the innocence and purity goes , and I wake up every days blind the innocence and purity is gone . You shouldnât say anything , not a word , I feel no pain Iâm jumping out of windows screaming âfinallyâ ! The Clouds are my finger tips the sun within reach I feel the heat before I hit / I ground forget me , forget my face , forgive me and take everything .
Every time I open up my eyes the innocence and purity goes , and I wake up every day blind the innocence and purity was gone , forget me , forget my face , forgive me and take everything back before it takes you , before it craves you ⦠before it takes you , remember , to take every thing back , the innocence and purity is gone , the innocence and purity was gone .
Rainy Days In the Big City :
Been raining for some days , and all I think is just how cold it really is how cold it has become its hard to tell when I fell dead this year , and still soaked in creed and still drenched in consumerism we wake our way home , somehow does it ever go away ? Does it ever stop repeating ? The cd never stops and the tvâs always on ⦠the days go by as we live the games the we play and this war blinds us to drive on cruise ⦠how far weâve gone ! How far we go , while the reign just pours .
And is draining you too ? Walking thru a crowd , a crowd that has no face singing your self to sleep and you think seens so surreal the cd never stop the sign just keeps on and on and we keep on living and we swear the this will be our last night in this fifth , does it ever go away ? Does it ever stop the chasing ?The cd never stops the radio frequencies and days gone by as we live like the games that we play and this war that blinds us to buy low and sell high , how far weâve gone ! How far we go ⦠while the reign just pours .
And the powers out and I havenât seen light in days manufactured helpless , the messenger are blurred , but the message is so damn clear your all alone in the night ( darkness ) . Now is the story treachery , we have no places to go what make us think we can keep on strong . The reign keeps pouring down the streets are flooded just tell me you and I are gonna wait for the sun .
Paint The Town Red : (not in esf)
The scene erased in time and left our hearts to dry on canvas dripping years , years of neglees feel this pull ? Sometimes selling out , color begin to cave in , and were still like our eyes wash away the red while so one hears my memory is gone tonightâs the night I bleed just like Iâve been forever and ever see through the shades the scenes are lost , and the pages turn and the blinding falls apart my memory is gone wash away the red no one hears ? Iâm caving in â¦
Got this from the faulty forums a while back
